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The ghost who walks
she's on the prowl
for the man she loved,
he cut her down
it was an ordinary night in June
when he drove her to the lake
so they could watch the full moon
The ghost who walks
she's on the prowl
for the man she loved,
he laid her down
in the tall grass
he kissed her cheek
but with a knife in his hand
he plunged it in deep
She looked at him with pleading eyes
he softly spoke,
"my dear the love has died"
and then he muffled her desperate cries
under the moonlight
Ghost who walks
she's on the prowl
wanders in the moonlight
she's crying to herself because
eyes never once looked cruel
but the moon in the blade
shimmered like a jewel
she looked at him with pleading eyes
he softly spoke,
"my dear the love has died"
and then he muffled her deadly cries
under the moonlight
Under the moonlight
under the moonlight
under the moonlight
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The truth is in the dirt on the ground
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon
when the ground splits open it will swallow you
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
not in your poison tongue or your acid tears
let the truth howl in your ears
You should come, it's killing time
flames are burning behind her eyes
here she comes, it's killing time
flames are burning behind her eyes
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
Not in your claws, drawn-out scratch 'til it bleeds
knocked down dead gets what she needs
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
not on the blazing horse from the midnight sun
the fire will turn your bones to dust
here she comes, it's killing time
flames are burning behind her eyes
here she comes, it's killing time
flames are burning behind her eyes
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
The truth is in the dirt on the ground
not in your gilded cage with your rusted spoon
when the ground splits open it will swallow you
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got me hanging on a string, honey
got me hanging for dear life
mama told me not to be so bold
and I've been heavy crossed
I fell head first into the fire
what a foolish thing to do
gambled every bit of sense I had
and I losted it all to you
all to you
you take my breath
my last request
is that you will always love me the best
so all your pretty babies can have the last laugh I get
Still I'm hanging on a string, honey
Still I'm hanging on a string
oohh
ooh la la la
oooh
ooh la la la
out on the streets the bells are ringing
I said I'm sorry, lonesome June
I watched the faces as they pass me by
I'm hoping that I see you
I called your phone, it's disconnected
it has somehow no longer stems
guess the evil came and took you back
and my life is in his hands
all to you
you take my breath
my last request
is that you will always love me the best
so all your pretty babies can have the last laugh I get
Still I'm hanging on a string, honey
Still I'm hanging on a string
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Mid beautiful flowers
Bright fields and clear streams
We pass precious hours
Of summer and dreams
The birds' gentle twitter
The frog's silver peep
All seem to have faded
While we were asleep
The song we're now hearing
Is mournful and strange
As the sun starts to set and
The leaves start to change
From the hill over yonder
We hear the bulls cry
As the leaves start to fall and
The moon starts to rise
Oh the bulls all howl at the moon
It is full and hung over the hill
The autumn leaves will all be falling soon
And then winter will come in for the kill
But there are still green trees
And one last round for the bees
Before we all freeze
Over for a spell
So let us treasure
These moments together
As we sing along
So long and fare thee well
For tonight is the last night of summer
My love
Of the summer
Of love
Of the summer
My love
For tonight is the last night of summer
My love
Of the summer
Of love
Of the summer
My love
The beautiful flowers
Will all fade away
The streams will all freeze and
The fields turn to gray
The frogs all will slumber
The birds will take flight
And winter's cold wonder
Will bid us goodnight
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Hear this song my love, let it be the thorn
that pierces through the rose
the past doesn't forgive a trouble
for tomorrow sinks in its sorrow...
A hundred years from now, dear
We shall not care at all
It will not matter then, dear
the honey you've all (?)
the song we sang together, dear
it will not mean no more
they're words upon a page, dear
these days of sorrow and row
A 100 years from now, my dear
we shall not care at all
for it will not matter then, my dear
if we've ever loved at all (?)
and the lonesome songs we sang together
were the words upon a page
the meaning of them
long forgotten
a 100 years from now
a 100 years from now, dear
we shall not care at all
it will not matter then, dear
the honey you (?)
the song we sang together dear
it will not mean no more
words upon a page dear
them words upon a page dear
these days of sorrow and row
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There once was a time when I was a girl
that darkness hunged in my sky
I was old before I learned to be young
stone cold till I learn how to cry
and the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin
it's taking a lonesome girl's heart
I will go where the stolen roses grow
to forget that I have fell apart
the thorns on the roses cut through my skin
the vultures flew down and then pecked
what lay on the surface was a tiny crack
and below was a gigantic wreck
so I held my head down and I dealt with the blows
In hope that I'd soon be free to go where the stolen roses grow
to forget I have bad memory
I will go where the stolen roses grow
I will go where the stolen roses grow
and the weeds in the ground have grow up through my skin
It's taking a lonesome girl's heart
I will go where the stolen roses grow
to forget that I have fell apart
I will go where the stolen roses grow
I will go where the stolen roses grow
I will go where the stolen roses grow
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It's been a cruel summer
The sun has been hit by the storms
My darling was bewitched by another
Her black magic tricks stole his heart
I saw her screaming as she twirled her hair
So long and black like the storms
She caught my darling's eye and as quickly as the lightning
I muttered a lonesome goodbye
It's been a cruel summer
The kind that makes grown men turn pale
My darling was bewitched by another
I could not compete with black head
I saw her standing as she twirled her hair
So long and black like the storms
She caught my darling's eye and as quickly as the lightning
I muttered a lonesome goodbye
She caught my darling's eye and as quickly as the lightning
I muttered a lonesome goodbye
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I went down to the garden
saw the trees and the sky are grey
you were there crying
for you knew that the seasons are changed
Once we danced to the moonlight
shared a kiss to the rising sun
everything was dying
fleeting moments lost under the gun
and you asked me: "why does love fade into darkness?"
cause we cannot change, we cannot change
I went down to the garden
Saw the trees and the sky are grey
you were there crying
understood that the seasons are changed
screamed out to the thunder
hailed our hands up towards the night
what did we fall under?
now the candles don't burn so bright
and you asked me: "why does love fade into darkness?"
cause we cannot change
and you asked me: "why does love fade into darkness?"
cause we cannot change, we cannot change
I went down to the garden
saw the trees and the sky are grey
you were the crying
for you knew that the seasons are changed
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The birds they circle in the sky
Oh the birds they circle in the sky
the birds the circle in the sky
for all the blood red tears I cried
Oh, the birds they circle in the sky
see the man as he rushes towards the sun
see the man as he rushes towards the sun
the man as he rushes towards the sun
straight into the arms of another one
see the man as he rushes towards the sun
But I hold a secret in my bones
Oh but I hold a secret in my bones
what's that secret in my bones?
I carried it down to the dirt below
for I know the secret in my bones
The birds they circle in the sky
Oh the birds they circle in the sky
the birds the circle in the sky
for all the blood red tears I cried
Oh, the birds they circle in the sky
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Hush Little Darling
Don't Have Any Fear
For I'm Here To Protect You
When The Stars Fall I'll Be Near
Little Stars Are Shining Up Above
Shining Down For You
To Remind You Of Love
Won't You Save The Last Laugh For Me
Save The Last Laugh For Me
Cause In The End
We're A Small Grain Of Sand
Running Through Fingers
And Blowing Out With The Wind
So Won't You Save The Last Laugh For Me
Save The Last Laugh For Me
Won't You Save The Last Laugh For Me
Save The Last Laugh For Me
Save The Last Laugh For Me
Save The Last Laugh For Me
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The field's a desert,
Not a place to sow a seed.
The dust has settled,
And the rich man ignored our pleas.
What once was a bountiful place,
To lay down the plough,
Is just a no man's land,
Howling in the dust now.
Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and bleed,
While I'm still tending this land,
Trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed?
And the dust has come and choked up my land,
And covered with tumbleweeds.
The only rain that falls on this land are,
The tears that fall from me.
The tears that fall from me.
The tears that fall from me.
Woo woo, woo woo,
Woo, woo, woo.
Why are the men in suits still able to cheat and bleed,
While I'm still tending this land,
Trying to scrounge a dime for a mouth to feed?
And the dust has come and choked up my land,
And covered with tumbleweeds.
The only rain that falls on this land are,
The tears,
Are the tears,
Are the tears,
Are the tears,
That fall from me.
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